Das Racist at Casselman's, 11/19/10
With Pictureplane • Hollagramz • DJ Synergy • Kentdub • DJ Nikka T
11.19.10 • Casselman's Bar & Venue
It really seemed like the whole thing might fall apart. It was well past midnight. Travis Egedy as Pictureplane, who followed two hours worth of dubstep, started his set by saying, "Do you guys like dubstep?" (half-hearted cheering from a crowd that was generally unresponsive, verbally at least, the entire night) "That's cool. I'm not going to be playing any." Das Racist, meanwhile, hadn't made it to the venue yet.
But the whole thing did not fall apart. Pictureplane lost a bunch of people who probably hang out a lot in LoDo, but the substantial crowd that remained packed closer to the stage than they'd been all night. Das Racist, meanwhile, did finally wander in at around 12:45 a.m.
And what a scene they wandered into. This was an unconventionally constructed show, sponsored by a medical marijuana dispensary and assembled by a friend of the owner of the medical marijuana dispensary, whose taste is certainly unusual: Half the bill came from places like Vinyl, the other half from places like Rhinoceropolis. At the start of Pictureplane's set (12:15 a.m.), the crowd was maybe split 50/50 between enthusiasts of the two.
There were extra-circulars, as well. Live art, a weird PVC hut set up by a tobacco company where could exchange your contact info for a free beer, and, most incredibly, barely-dressed stage dancers -- incredible because they dutifully danced through every set of the night, including Pictureplane's, who likes to do things like dedicate songs to the color turquoise and talk about the future.
Not that he's opposed to dancing, but it's safe to assume that there has never been hired eye candy present during one of his sets before. Further comedy derived from the dancers' attempts at keeping up with Pictureplane's fractured beats and blurry samples. Their bail-out move, in moments when you could not begrudge their inability to figure out where the downbeats where, was to simply turn around and show off their asses thusly:
Pictureplane played until he ran out of material sometime shortly after 1:00 a.m. At this point, the headliners were in various states of disarray. Heems had taken one of his own band's T-shirts from the merch table and put it on. Dap was wandering silently through the venue. And Kool A.D. was sitting by himself in the green room messing around on his phone. it seemed like there was no way Das Racist's set would be anything other than a hilarious shitshow. They took the stage at 1:15 a.m. and dispelled that notion in about thirty seconds. Holy shit are these guys good.